Things in General, 2 tomasW. Kent & Company, 1878 |
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... Lady - Doctors 99 182 , 226 39 118 219 110 , 193 , 253 Teufelsdröckh , Junior 1 , 69 , 139 , 203 60 Gascon Le Flâneur 177 . 221 99 Heuschrecke , Junior 6 Rosa 171 SHIELD OF PURITY , THE SWANAGE . 189 257 SWEET MY LOVE THAT POND AT ...
... Lady - Doctors 99 182 , 226 39 118 219 110 , 193 , 253 Teufelsdröckh , Junior 1 , 69 , 139 , 203 60 Gascon Le Flâneur 177 . 221 99 Heuschrecke , Junior 6 Rosa 171 SHIELD OF PURITY , THE SWANAGE . 189 257 SWEET MY LOVE THAT POND AT ...
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... lady drinking brandy - and- water at the refreshment bar of a railway station , at 11 a.m. Four respectable - looking females emerging from a public - house at 4 p.m. Conversation between two City youths , at 10 a.m .: " What are you ...
... lady drinking brandy - and- water at the refreshment bar of a railway station , at 11 a.m. Four respectable - looking females emerging from a public - house at 4 p.m. Conversation between two City youths , at 10 a.m .: " What are you ...
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... lady in Miss Morse's position . " And now , at about the age of fourteen , this wild Tomboy , this Hoyden , had subsided into the quietest , When the change came , most dignified little woman . nobody could exactly tell Ada , perhaps ...
... lady in Miss Morse's position . " And now , at about the age of fourteen , this wild Tomboy , this Hoyden , had subsided into the quietest , When the change came , most dignified little woman . nobody could exactly tell Ada , perhaps ...
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... lady , cared for little , if only her medicine and her meals were regularly supplied by old Deborah , their sole servant . If Ada ventured to refer at lunch or at dinner to any of the authors she had been reading , Mrs. Morse spoke ...
... lady , cared for little , if only her medicine and her meals were regularly supplied by old Deborah , their sole servant . If Ada ventured to refer at lunch or at dinner to any of the authors she had been reading , Mrs. Morse spoke ...
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... ladies . Ada's life was calm enough - would have been voted monotonous by some . She was always out in the woods ... lady in the form of reading aloud that which is the whole library of most people - the newspaper . Mrs. Morse liked ...
... ladies . Ada's life was calm enough - would have been voted monotonous by some . She was always out in the woods ... lady in the form of reading aloud that which is the whole library of most people - the newspaper . Mrs. Morse liked ...
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21 psl. - He is made one with nature; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird: He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
224 psl. - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
21 psl. - Spirit of Nature ! here, In this interminable wilderness Of worlds at whose immensity Even soaring fancy staggers, Here is thy fitting temple. Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee : Yet not the meanest worm That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead Less shares thy eternal breath. Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene ! Here is thy fitting temple ! II.
224 psl. - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
199 psl. - STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care ; To stay at home is best. Weary and homesick and distressed, They wander east, they wander west, And are baffled and beaten and blown about By the winds of the wilderness of doubt ; To stay at home is best.
21 psl. - Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape New modes of passion to its frame may lend ; Life is its state of action, and the store Of all events is aggregated there That variegate the eternal universe ; Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom, That leads to azure isles and beaming skies, And happy regions of eternal hope.
260 psl. - Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand ? So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless, Through branches and briers if a man make way, He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless Night and day. The dense hard passage is blind and stifled That crawls by a track none turn to climb To the strait waste place that the years have rifled Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
259 psl. - IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses The steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses Now lie dead.
29 psl. - In so moche that in my dayes happened that certayn marchautes were in a shippe in tamyse for to haue sayled ouer the see into zelande / and for lacke of wynde, thei taryed atte forlond, and wente to lande for to refreshe them: And one of theym named sheffelde, a mercer, cam in to an hows and axed for mete : and specyally he axyd after eggys : And the goode wyf answerde, that she coude speke no frenshe.
199 psl. - Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.